Big boys hit little girls
He tells me he loves me,
as he knocks me to the floor.
And then he tells me to find the door,
cause I'm nothing but a whore.
Again, I stay, only asking for more.
Before you know it, it's happening again,
He's bouncing around me yelling and shit,
But I'm the one who threw a fit.
There have been a few times when he put me first,
still only after a major outburst.
Everyone told me it would just get worse.
They were right, it feels like a curse.
Now I know what they mean when they say,
I love him so much it hurts.
By Valerie Rice

THOSE THINGS YOU DO

I'm counting them up

all those mean things you do,

I'm writing them down,

so I can pay them back to you.

Those little things you do to hurt me

I'll pay them back times three.

For every hand you raised against me,

I'll take something of yours with me.

Each lie you told

will come back to you ten fold.

Every degradeing remark

I'll leave one on your heart.

You didn't answer when I was calling

I'll be the one who's laughing as your falling.

So don't forget you give what you get,

I'll be the one who teaches you regret

Something in the Bushes

Days are long and hard,

the road remains unseen.

I’ve looked in all directions

and still not a thing.

Although it dark and lonely

it’s the only path with means,

Something is in the bushes

and staring straight at me

. It just waits for me it seems

. It stalks me in my dreams

pulls me away from all good things.

I fight and I fight

but still there’s no end in sight.

Just as a glimmer appears

so do my fears

again I find myself in the rear

. So full of sin,

it seems I can't win,

this battle, this fight

, the struggle to do right.

That something in the bushes,

that something in the wind,

leads me astray from the road they say I’ve chosen.

What lies ahead I cannot see,

but by the end of this road.

I'll know me.

For all those that may cross my path,

I apologize for the bad it may bring,

I only ask that you know,

I’m trying my damnedest to do the right thing

. Just look deep into my eyes

and you too, can see,

all of those beautiful things that make up me

. Pride stops me from asking when I need a hand,

I won’t beg, steal, or borrow but,

I sure could use any advice to help me with tomorrow. If

you see that something in the bushes, show it to me,

point it out. Only then will I be free

. My path has lead through thick forest and over many hills

. A lot of it has been smooth sailing.

Most of my troubles have been me failing.

I failed to claim that which was mine.

I sat when I should have stood.

I’ve been that something in the bushes

that something no one else understood.

The treason I felt some say

happened for a reason.

I once let others tell me who I was.

They painted my pictures,

I let them just because.

They took all those things that make a picture great

and left nothing but those bushes and me full of hate

The green in my trees snatched away at three

The stars that made up my sky at almost five.

I suddenly felt I had no reason to be alive.

No longer a mother, there wasn’t a color in sight.

I stepped into the picture they all said I might.

I lost my will, my will to fight.

I just laid there night after night

The path I was placed on, that dark and lonely one

helped me on my way to the woman I’ve become.

Although I still can’t see what lies ahead,

I feel my journey is half done.

The green in my trees is now five.

I’m finally again, feeling alive.

Those stars in my sky, six.

And now I know it’s me that needed fixed.

Consequences I must face

and I will with a little hope and faith.

When my dues are paid, I’ll lead the parade,

be the ace of spades, say good bye to all those long hard days,

no more mays or delays,

I'll live for us like today is are last day.

And that something in the bushes... will just be amazed

how they do it

I see how,

they do it now,.

The sad look on my face,

feeling like waste.

I can even taste,disgrace

I still want to stop,

all of this,

even knowing.

You can't come back

from where I'm going.

Confused,

my hearts been bursied

I feel used ,

I always loose.

It's been those I've loved, I've lost before,

they couldn't take it no more.

I tried to understand what made them do it,

Now I know the pain won't quit.

I've already lost my heart,

and everything I had left of it.

My whole world has fallen apart at the seams,

I'm even scared to dream.

If I love something it dies,

or along with me it cries

I've done all I know to do,

I want to give up now,

and be there too.

It was okay for you,

I made it through.

I just feel like

I'm under attack;

Everyone I loved

stabbed me in the back.

It all in the records,

written as fact.

There's not a damn thing I can do,

about that.

If I stop my pain

What will they gain?

So i guess I still dont know,

how they do it .

Just let go.

Cause if I do ,

What becomes of you.

On the list of memories; All kept as files on my head; Today the drawer opened And I got reminded of you; And …Of course …I got reminded of that taste …In my mouth, …When I tried to taste you. ..I got reminded of How it turned out, You were oranges and apricots, But of course made of plastic;